Since your arrival Luca had taken it upon himself to help you. You knew he had far more important business to attend to and yet he always found the time to speak to you, to learn more about your past and to impart wisdom when he could.

The two of you had collected debts and given protection to those who needed it. He had taught you to fight and shoot and how to use your head. Whilst the others turned their nose up at you and saw you as nothing more than a useful idiot, Luca saw something in you, something he liked and wanted to nurture.

On one cool afternoon as you were cleaning the stables, you heard footsteps approaching and slowing down to a halt behind you.

"Tired of shovelling shit yet, Carusu?"

The familiar voice said, tone tinged with affection and humour. He held out a bottle of beer to you as you turned to face him.

"Take it, I don't think there is anyone in this villa who has earned it more."